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你告诉我说,人不是只为自己活着的。于是我回过头,逆着奔流而过的记忆和光阴,回到你身边。看阳光透过树叶间的罅隙洒在你银色的发丝里,然后陪你度过那个冗长的、迷幻的、永不结束的夏天。一又是夏天。记忆里曾有过无数漫长难熬的夏天,闷热乏味。空气里浮动着夏日黏稠的香气,微风变成了一阵阵热浪,夹杂着聒噪的蝉鸣湮没了
You tell me that people do not live for themselves. So I turned around, against the rushing flow of memories and time back to you. See the sunshine through the gap between the leaves sprinkled in your silver hair, and then spend the lengthy, psychedelic, never ending summer. One is summer. There have been countless long, unforgiving summer days in my memory, boring and boring. Floating summer sticky aroma, the breeze into a heat wave, mixed with noisy cicadas annihilation